Hesitating, I walked delicately towards the crowd of black suits standing in clusters on the sand at 94th Street. Why did I feel so nervous? I saw my friend Elise. She’s 9 years old. We started talking about Surf Camp and how excited she is to start it up again in June.
Photo By Frith Fraser.
This would be my first memorial paddle-out.
Our friend Sean organized everyone. He explained what would happen for the newbies… me. We’d paddle out, following his lead, a bit past the jetty. We’d embrace each other’s hands and form a circle. Words would be said in honor of Daniel King. Sean said, “Then, you need to create as much energy as possible in celebration of Dan!” We were told to splash our hands in the water and call out his name. And release the flowers we took from Earth into the ocean.
Photo By Josh Gallagher.
As the waves passed under us, Dan’s long-time friend Jodi Jordan Mulvanerty spoke in the middle of the circle. Her words were so touching:
“It is no substitute, but the last two days have been filled with so much love. I’ve seen people deepen their friendships and make new ones and all of that produced love is a result of Dan King. … because energy is never destroyed, just transferred, I can feel him here with us in the love we have for each other and in the ocean and in Rockaway. …I want to ask everyone to make an effort to tell your friends you love them, to make new connections, and to “Hug your mates.” Do it for Dan.” Keep him alive in your love.”
I was overwhelmed by the connection I felt as one person linked into the larger circle. It felt magical. What happened next I oddly didn’t anticipate. We all surfed and boogie-boarded together. Maybe 50 of us? The waves were a little messy, knee-to-waist high, and easy to ride. People cheered for each other on the waves. People talked about Dan. I felt the energy. It was warm and the sun peaked out. Dan’s people on land laid out their blankets and picnicked. It was a day perfectly suited to honor the life of our mate.
Photo by Lauren Giambalvo.
On Monday, March 18, 2024, we lost a dear friend, the vibrant and creative soul, Daniel King, in a tragic car accident. At 39 years old, he left behind his parents, Paul and Eva King, his sister Sarah King, his nephew Cassidy, and his loving family, near and far. Dan leaves behind his cherished Emma, the radiant beacon of his heart, whose love illuminated his every moment. In solidarity with his family and partner, his colleagues, the creative community, his widespread circle of friends, and his mates in Rockaway Beach, Dan is deeply missed and mourned.
Daniel King and his partner Emma Hastil were featured in the pages of the NY Times. Read about their creative endeavors and journey to Rockaway here.
Dan’s vast artist body of work can be viewed at DanielKing.com.
by Paula D.
on July 10, 2024 8:44 am in Animals
I don’t like going into pet stores because it makes me sad to see the animals confined to tanks and cages. Recently though, I’ve found myself inside a few. Betta fish especially, in their tiny tanks, pull at my heart. I had the thought, “Maybe I should save one.”
For months, the notion of bringing a fish into my family had been swirling around my mind like a persistent current, growing stronger and stronger until the direction was clear. I would save a fish. My floating thoughts meshed together into an exciting plan. I would choose a Betta that was in the smallest tank. The fish that was least showy. The fish without vivid colors. The fish without the beautifully fanned fins. The most sickly fish. I’d choose the fish that was the least likely to be bought and I’d give him the golden ticket.
I named him Swimmy before I met him. I’d give my lil, runty special dude the most beautiful home in a huge tank. I’d feed him the best blood worms and make his home a luxurious oasis. I’d build him a lawng-Island McMansion!
Swimmy livin’ large in his McMansion
I sourced pretty much everything for Swimmy’s opulent McMansion for free though. It started with a post on Instagram asking if anyone had a 10-gallon tank they’d like to give away – thank you Alexis for coming through! I scoured the beach for eye-catching stones and pebbles, which I then meticulously boiled and sanitized for fear of killing Swimmy, off the bat. At night I’d comb Facebook marketplace for a vintage rod iron fish tank stand. Nothing panned out. But a better idea manifested – Swimmys’ home would sit atop a stately DIY bookshelf that I already had.
The construction of Swimmy’s home was complete. I was finally ready to find Swimmy. I walked into the pet store. It didn’t take long. There he was, sad and stangnet in what looked like a stemless 8 oz. wine glass with bits of gross things floating all around him in the water. Swimmy looked exactly as I pictured – drab maroon coloring, sagging fins and a hopelessness in his gaze.
I brought Swimmy home and plopped him in his McMansion! He was clearly in shock by the size of his palace. He hid alongside a rock for hours. I was concerned. I put a few drops of holy water in his tank. The next day I woke up and went straight to Swimmy praying he was alive. He was!
I observed him over the next few days and he seemed off. I started watching Betta fish Youtube videos incessantly before bed. I learned so much! Betta fish, also known as Siamese fighting fish, originate from the rice paddy fields of Southeast Asia, where they have adapted to thrive in shallow waters. In their natural habitat, Betta fish encounter fluctuating water levels, which prompted them to evolve unique survival skills. One remarkable trait is their ability to breathe atmospheric air using a specialized organ called the labyrinth! This adaptation allows them to extract oxygen from the air when oxygen concentration in the water is insufficient. This is why pet stores and people feel it’s ok to put Betta fish in very small tanks. While they will survive, they will not thrive and it is an inhuman practice long-term.
The cultish online Betta fish community also taught me that these solitary fish are known for jumping remarkable distances (for a fish). They do this to navigate between isolated puddles during the dry season or escape predators. Betta fish thrive in the lush vegetation of rice paddy fields and in warm waters, which brings about their vibrant colors and lively personalities.
Meeting his brothers.
My research informed me that Swimmy’s McMansion required renovation. He was freezing! He needed a heating system STAT. He also needed more home decor… plants.
After the reno…it happened. Swimmy started Swimming! He’s living his best life in his beautiful, ecologically appropriate, new home.
The cats and I enjoy spending time with Swimmy, watching him twirl and swim around his cute plants. There’s something about the soothing presence of flowing water that brings calmness to me. Swimmy’s McMansion has not only enriched his life but has also brought me many moments of joy and serenity.
I first encountered Obama perched on the rafters of my gutted third-floor attic nine years ago. He looked me over for a minute before leaping onto another beam and disappearing. My new house was his house apparently, except he didn’t have to pay the mortgage. Rumor on 91st is, that he was abandoned at one year old by a tenant who moved out, forcing him to fend for himself on the streets. He had a rough start, but found his place as the official “watchdog” of 91st Street, patrolling the block day and night. Whenever he needed a break, he’d seek refuge on my porch for a well-deserved rest.
My Italian kicked in. I started feeding him. He would even sneak into the house and go straight to the kitchen sometimes, blending in with my two indoor cats Fivey and Cookie. Obama had quite the appetite!
But Obama wasn’t just my cat, he was everyone’s cat on Beach 91. He brought joy and smiles to so many of the neighbors and was a beloved part of our community. He spent time at Eric’s house with his other cat friends Van Gogh (RIP), Williamina and Junnie (RIP). He stopped by Simon’s house for tuna treats. Obama would make his rounds to the Beach 91st Street Community Garden, where he’d get pets from Jill and other gardeners. Bridget would pass by on her bike and stop to say hi to Obama. He touched the hearts of so many folks on 91st and beyond.
Due to his widespread popularity and extensive territory patrol, he acquired several names. While I called him Obama, the children named him Oreo. And many neighbors knew him as Obie.
At this time, I was inexperienced in the realm of feral cats. Thanks to Obama, I became familiar with Trap-Neuter-Release (TNR). In TNR, cats and colonies undergo humane trapping, sterilization, vaccination, and ear tipping, and are then returned to their original territory. This practice helps in population control and promotes a healthier, safer life for feral cats. I’m thankful to Obama for introducing me to this invaluable knowledge. He was my first TNR – we did such a good job together!
Obama was very special to me. Our bond was strong. Despite my desire to take him in, I already had two cats, and my home was still undergoing renovations. As winter approached, I realized that a heated cat house was essential! This decision brought unexpected attention to Obama – he became internet famous!! Gothamist.com approached me to share the story of street cats like Obama, the importance of TNR, and the need for winter care.
Some years passed and Obama’s wild adventures on the streets began to catch up with him. When I found out that my animal-loving neighbors, Lynn and Tommy, had taken Obama in, I was overjoyed! Obama finally found his forever home. The indoor/outdoor setup suited him perfectly, giving him the best of both worlds.
Obama passed away peacefully on April 3, 2024, in the care of Lynn and Tommy. He was about 12 years old. Lynn came by the day before and told me Obama was ready to pass on. She invited me to her house to say goodbye. We cried. I’m so grateful for the opportunity my neighbor gave me to see him that day. I loved this cat so much, he was a unique individual with lots of personality. He’d been through so much, he was strong. Obama taught me important lessons about resilience and that there is beauty found in life’s challenges. He had a calm and content side too. I am thinking of him now on the blue pillow cushion, on my porch, purring in the warm sun.
To learn more about how you can help feral street cats, check out this column I wrote about Obama in 2016.
Dive into the world of polyamory at Peninsula Library. Explore the complexities and dynamics of non-monogamous relationships alongside heartwarming cat photos.
I go to the library often to write my column. It offers a distraction-free environment, unlike the sink full of dishes at home or my mischievous cat, Fivey, pouncing on the keyboard. As a freelancer, stepping out of the house and into the library makes me feel like a grown-up, productive human. Also, the Peninsula branch is pretty darn cool.
Learn everything from computer programming to skateboarding and surfing. This sign always makes me laugh.
Here’s why:
- I scored eclipse glasses there last week, which came with an information sheet explaining the cosmic lineup. Did you experience the celestial event? That was really special, wasn’t it?
- At the library, you’ve got access to all the magazines you could ever want – from Vogue to Better Homes and Gardens, NYTimes Cooking and even Thrasher, all for free! Find a seat at the comfy reading table, complete with high back chairs, and indulge in quality “me time” with your favorite rag. There’s one thing missing though: a coffee counter. Maybe it’s time for me to pitch library coffee at a CB14 meeting?
- Find a hot date at the library by pretending you’re sophisticated and intellectual, while flipping through an obscure book and looking cute in one of the aisles.
- One of the main attractions at the library is the exhibition of drawings created by the youth in our community. Don’t overlook the children’s section; inside, you’ll discover artwork adorning the walls, which is refreshed every few weeks. Also, look down at the remarkably cool rug. Opposite the children’s room is the Teens area. Go left into what looks like an empty space. Find the bulletin board. Here the kids of Rockaway pin up some interesting doodles and artwork. It’s a window into their minds and a refreshing perspective.
- Print stuff for free. 20 pages a day, this is notable.
- Follow @friends_penninsula_alc on Instagram. This non-profit organization hosts a variety of adult workshops, from printmaking to watercolor, knitting and other creative projects. Friends of Peninsula offers opportunities for adult education, such as language cafe sessions, resume preparation/job search guidance, computer literacy classes, GED testing, AI for beginners and more. Additionally, the non-profit holds special events and community fundraisers. These are valuable, free resources for our community! Join the exciting meet-ups to learn, create, and connect with like-minded neighbors.
- Rent DVD’s and CD’s. This is very cool and weird and whoever is renting these, lets hangout.
- Books! Did you know they have a skate and surf section?! Enough said.
Peninsula Library is located at 92-25 Rockaway Beach Boulevard Rockaway Beach, NY 11693 (wheelchair accessible). Phone: 718.634.1110. The hours have recently changed: Tuesday- Wednesday: 10am-6:pm, Thursday: 12pm-8pm, Friday: 10am-6pm Saturday: 10am-5pm
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